I, the first trainer of the new world

"Eh?"

Professor Oak was also stunned when he saw the speechless Qinglu, the angry Qianlin, Xiaoyou who didn't dare to speak, and Yiko who was trying not to laugh.

He scratched his head and looked at everyone: "Did I miss something?"

"It doesn't matter." Qinglu sighed.

After saying that, he looked at Yi Ke and said, "Let's put the matter of Doronbaruto aside for now. You are more important now."

Yike can't laugh anymore.

Professor Oak looked at Ico and saw Zoroark in Ico's arms at first sight. His eyes lit up immediately and he walked forward eagerly: "Is this the extinct Zoroark?"

Although Professor Oak is a very kind old man, to be honest, if you get close to him, there is still an indescribable sense of oppression.

Yike took two steps back uncontrollably, and the hands that held Zoroark became even tighter.

He protected Zoroark as if he were his own child.

Seeing this scene, Dr. Oak's smile froze: "Am I, am I scary?"

Qinglu sneered beside him: "Don't you have any self-awareness?"

Only when you get close can you feel the muscular body of Professor Oak, and if you look closely you can even feel the sturdy figure hidden under the white coat.

It’s like Lu Zhishen wearing a cassock. From a distance he looks like a kind-hearted monk, but from a close distance he is a man-eating monster.

Professor Oak lost color and froze in place: "I thought... I was very kind..."

Qianlin looked at Professor Oak strangely.

If you say that Dr. Oak hasn't exercised since his retirement, that's true.

But think about what Professor Oak does on a daily basis, wrestling with all kinds of Pokémon and eliminating all kinds of dangers at close range. How could a professor who does this kind of thing not feel oppressed?

This is Professor Oak, who can even wrestle Pokémon!

No wonder Yiko was frightened. Even Qianlin was scared when he saw Professor Oak approaching.

Shaking his head, Qianlin prepared to step forward.

But just when he was about to stand beside Ike to help her relieve the pressure, Ike hugged Zoroark and whispered: "Um, I'm sorry, Professor Oak, I'm just not used to standing so close to strangers..."

Qian Lin smiled when he saw this scene and stopped his steps to move forward.

Yi Ke looked at Professor Oak in front of him, mustered up the courage to straighten his chest and raise his head. Although his eyes were still timid, they were also firm: "Professor Oak, Zoroark is willing to cooperate with your research, but I still hope you can promise not to harm it."

Professor Oak laughed.

If his body brings oppression, then his smile brings warmth.

He really seemed like just an ordinary old man, smiling kindly and amiably, and full of warmth.

"You are such a good kid who loves your friends from the bottom of your heart and respects their opinions." Professor Oak said with a smile, "Don't worry, I can guarantee you anything. I will never hurt Zoroark."

Hearing this, Iko lowered her head and looked at Zoroark in her arms.

Zoroa smiled and raised his head, his warm lips leaving marks on Iko's cheek.

[Yike, I believe this old man]

"Yes." Ico nudged Zoroark, then looked at Professor Oak seriously, "Then, I'll leave Zoroark to you."

Professor Oak smiled and gently placed his hand on Zoroark's head. "Do you have telepathy? If so, could you please tell me what the Pokémon ecology in Xicui is like?"

Research on Sorolla requires the use of some large equipment, and the rest of the time can be spent chatting.

[I am still very young and haven’t seen much.]

Zoroya replied softly.

"It's okay, just think of it as chatting with an old man. You can talk about anything." Dr. Oak laughed heartily.

[All right. ]

Zoroa snuggled in Iko's arms and nodded slightly.

Professor Oak smiled and retracted his right hand, then turned to look at the others; "Chris's tea should be ready, let's go to the hall to talk, as for the Pokémon, let them play here by themselves."

After saying that, he gave a thumbs up and said, "Don't worry, my backyard is definitely big enough."

"I believe this very much." Qian Lin also nodded with a smile.

The time when I was lost before coming here is still fresh in my mind.

Qinglu didn't say anything, but walked straight into the hall.

Everyone followed with a smile.

But at this moment, the skilled blacksmith in Qianlin's arms suddenly struggled.

Qianlin stopped and asked, "What's wrong, Qiao Forger?"

"Katu?"

I think I heard someone calling me?

The skilled blacksmith looked at the forest in the distance in the backyard and said uncertainly.

Qinglu also stopped and turned to look at Qianlin.

"Calling you?" Qianlin didn't pay attention and turned his head to look in the direction pointed by the Artful Blacksmith. "Generally speaking, the Pokémon that calls you in this situation may be related to Xerneas."

Thinking of this, Qianlin frowned.

Could there be something left by Xerneas or Yveltal in Professor Oak's backyard?

If it was Xerneas, it would be fine, but if it was Yveltal...

"Is it possible that the group called Skilled Blacksmith is a member of its tribe?" Qinglu stood at the door with his arms folded.

"Eh?"

"Katu?"

Qianlin and Qiao the Blacksmith looked exactly the same bewildered.

Qinglv looked into the distance and said, "In order to help my grandfather study the Pokémon of Padia, I went to the Padia region and captured some Pokémon of all kinds, including a group of giant forgers, which is in the place you just saw."

He turned around and looked at the skilled blacksmith: "The one calling you might be your tribe."

Qianlin and the skilled blacksmith looked at each other.

After a while, Qianlin smiled and put the clever blacksmith on the ground, squatted in front of her and said, "Go and play, and remember to come back before dinner, otherwise you will be like your uncle Dolong Baruto and have nothing to eat."

"Katu~"

The skilled blacksmith swung his hammer happily.

She stood on tiptoe slightly, gave her father a kiss on the cheek, then ran towards the direction of the voice calling her, swinging the sledgehammer.

Looking at the cheerful back of the forger, Qianlin touched his kissed cheek and became happy: "Be careful, don't bully other kids, be careful of the pool, call your mom if you are in danger, and come back if you are hungry, your Uncle Doronbaruto's energy cube will go bad if no one eats it."

Like a nagging old father.

"Katu——"

The skilled blacksmith waved his hammer and ran away joyfully in response.

Like a little brat who can't listen.

Qianlin stood up and smiled helplessly in the direction of the skilled blacksmith: "Well, even though your personality has evolved, you are still like a child."

Like mom, she likes to play around.

Qinglu watched the whole process from the side, and only spoke with a hint of doubt after the clever blacksmith left: "I wanted to ask before, is the relationship between you and the clever blacksmith a bit strange?"

"Huh?" Qian Lin was also confused.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see how good his relationship with the skilled blacksmith is, so what's so strange about that?

"They don't look like a trainer and Pokémon, but more like father and daughter." Qinglv crossed her arms. "Although the little blacksmith's talent is well developed, she doesn't seem to have much combat experience. She must have evolved recently. From this, it can be seen that you are doting on her."

I was reluctant to let her fight when she was a young blacksmith, so although she received training, the intensity was not high.

However, the talent of the skilled blacksmith was extremely terrifying, and this little training was enough for her to grow.

Faced with Qinglu's questions, Qianlin could only scratch his head in embarrassment.

"Well... the skilled blacksmith is really my daughter."

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